5/18/10

249.

My soul feels sleepy,

wrapped tight in cotton batting,

snoozing in a drawer.

5/14/10

248.

Hamlet, thou Great Dane,

you are full of whirling words.

They doth melt my brain.

5/13/10

247.

Well, that last Haiku

was a bit misleading, eh?

But now I am back.